Sallow Cardboard

March 27, 2011
By Anonymous

As sallow cardboard crinkles in the wind,
Ebony lines swirl in the dark abyss.
An endless ministry of a gleaming mind,
A spiral staircase in intangible bliss.
You are the only flexible logic.,
You are yourself, myself, you are nothing
And everything, an onyx antic.
Unraveled, you can never be bluffing.
Yet these coils of eternity wander,
The only dark in a shimmering world.
The hidden tendrils that our minds ponder,
These wisps of hope, eternally unfurled.
Our minds, your pen has forever blinded.
Our minds, your prize has forever tempted.

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Haddixrules said...
on Apr. 28 2011 at 4:16 pm
Very interesting. However, I'm not sure that I completely understand it.

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